We met each other in the midst of summer.
Our hearts slowly became closer and closer.
We realized within past three months' time
Our minds see what we have is so sublime.
We first met each other mentally online,
Our hearts recognized how we are divine.
We reciprocated feelings of longing, craving.
Our minds filled with thoughts so loving.
We will spend this year's autumn together.
Our hearts' infatuation becoming deeper.
We'll soothe each other whenever we weep.
Our minds see through each other so deep.
We will see if we shall last past the winter.
Our hearts making our love all the stronger.
We'll hug one last time if you have to leave.
Our minds need to have faith and believe.
OVA Di Lait I Dance In the Dark
Open parade skies blue where R you;
Father love only hurts when it's not honest;
Come closer B in the truth;
Promenade
Dance under the clouds
Over the light
Darkness flees
As I shine bright as nova;
Each step I take closer and closer
Hallelujah
OVA Di Lait I Dance In the Dark
Each step I take closer and closer
Hallelujah
OVA Di Lait I Dance In the Dark
Ova di lait i dance for di dark
open parade skies blue wia r you;
Papa love only hurts wen it's no bi honest;
com closer b for di true;
promenade
dance under di clouds
ova di lait
darkness flees
as i shine bright as nova;
each step i take closer and closer
Hallelujah
ova di lait i dance for di dark
each step i take closer and closer
hallelujah
ova di lait i dance for di dark
4/11/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
the clock pointing to midnight
the walls are coming closer and closer
i’m going mad
my biggest fears begins to rule over my mind
scared of my own thoughts
scared of voices that tells me to die
i would put my hands on ears
and close my eyes
the paper says “i’m depressed”
stuck between haunting midnights
a fight between life and death
have no clue where i shall seek shelter
I gifted my nephew a book.
He’s going to admire the colors and the happy faces inside
while the words are read to him by someone more senior.
He will point out the pumpkins, the kittens, the rainbows
and smile ear to ear with excitement and laughter.
He will reach out to turn the cardboard pages
before the sentence is even finished.
He will bounce up and down on the lap of the reader
while it gets closer and closer to the end.
I gifted my nephew a book.
One about how he’s the apple of my eye, the stars in my sky, the pumpkin to my pie.
One about how I will be with him always.
That our lives are forever intertwined.
His purity is admirable.
He embraces the rain, he sees no gray.
His innocence is peaceful
as he can sniff out what is true and avoid what is not.
His naivety is blissful
as he associates me with love and play, comfort and care.
He knows nothing within the deeper levels of my being,
but he still loves me.
I gifted my nephew a book.
A promise to him that I will be by his side, endlessly.
I've been to the dark places
And worn a thousand faces
When happiness is out of reach
Sorrow is easy to breach
I'm more monster than man
But I never really had a plan
So I've rewritten my sins
And thrown them in a rubbish bin
And if you look in my eyes
You'll see a bevy of lifelong lies
Rolled out like a bill
I'll have to put my heart in the till
I tried to teach myself how to feel
So I could know when it's real
But happy thoughts are like dreams
Fleeting and they disappear it seems
In myself I wanted to believe
I didn't have to be a deity to achieve
But I'm an imposter in my own mind
A falsity that became true you'll find
I still think better days are ahead
And I might find them if I'm not dead
But when death ekes closer and closer
I'm really just seeking closure
I've been to dark places
And worn a thousand faces
But really I just want to fit my own
And find a way to atone
When happiness is out of reach
Sorrow is easy to breach
But deep down is a light
And for it I will forever fight
watched the sunset crawl
across the barren horizon,
like a strumpet with secrets.
ego, a feral beast, gnaws
at the barbed wire of my mind,
taunting me with each bitter truth.
am but a fragile leaf in a tempest,
clinging to the shards of my shattered dreams.
internet_deathspeople,
predators lurking in the depths,
herding me toward the abyss,
as they praised my latest poem,
dissecting it for its fragility,
its desperation.
stand alone, ripe for the plucking,
a ravaged beauty on the platter
of their endless cruelty.
churning emerald sea,
against which I am utterly impotent,
a dying thing, flailing in its shallows.
at the end of the day, i am a failure,
widow, failed as a mother,
a lonely woman in a cornfield,
trying to find reasons to keep going.
and, i am running out of fuel,
to pour on myself, so i have fire,
candles flickering for the gothic maiden,
the shadows creep in closer and closer.
how much longer till it goes out,
i can feel the breeze on the back of my neck.
have seen the eyes of the reaper,
she wears my face.
Hold me closer and closer
Do not ever let me go
Love is such an amazing thing
Kiss me more and more
Do not ever stop
Love is such a feeling
Kiss my feet forever,
As the birds
Start to sing
Love has been embraced
As the sky
Starts to clear
Love has been received
The unification of spears,
Whisper those sweet loving words
Do not ever stop
Love is such an amalgamation
Wipe those tears
Do not ever stop
Love is a mystery
Kiss my lips forever
He knows his splendor
would be too much
to take in all at once,
and so he announces his coming
by revealing little bits of himself...
A sun drenched tree in the distance
a building all lit up in his glory,
the windows ablaze with fire
Little by little, he creeps closer and closer
to where I stand watering the lawn.
Not wanting to overwhelm me,
he creeps up from behind
and I feel his touch
on the nape of my neck.
Enveloped by warmth, I turn around
for my kiss.
Oh, what sweet delicious bliss
He then continues on his way
taking control of the sky,
exuding his authority
by turning everything in his path
to pure gold.
Slowly, but surely...
he subjugates everything he touches
till he reaches his zenith in the sky,
and is the supreme ruler of life.
This I know, and of this I am certain
that I am and will always be
a worshiper of the sun!
Eileen Manassian
No You are not alone
Take my hand
I am reaching out to you
Through the darkness
that seems to lock you in
Know that there is light
That you hold a greater fight
Can you feel my hand
Pulling you away from the darkness
Closer and closer
Towards the warmth
Towards the light
The antiquated train station in Omaha could make a marvelous house
Are you kidding? My spouse asked. You are kidding, right?
I was not kidding, my mind saw a potential no one else saw.
We bid on it, and began work immediately, it was July.
We got closer and closer as we retiled and rebuffed oak floors.
By the time our Christmas party rolled around, we had appreciation.
Our friends were asking where they could buy a train station.
Friends who had initially made fun of our purchase.
We bid them good-night and saw two or three turn back.
To look at the gorgeous home we had built together.
Or maybe to remember how much love and laughter are inside.
We are the best I said to my husband, and of course, we are.
My world is getting smaller, like a net encircling its prey, drawing in closer and closer until there is no escape, and I am so worn-out from the struggle I barely try. Dusk is here. Soon, with whispers from unseen realms, the darkness will arrive and suffocate the lyrical lullaby of my actuality ...
whispers speak in tongues
only darkness understands
I am captured now
between the light of a song
and the shadow of a word
Riding a great dragon’s tail through the soaking wet darkness of the early morning,
Red,
Tails and tails of red bending through the breathing stone as I inch closer to the labour camp,
Closer and closer to the sacrificial alter of Kronos,
Where I hang my heart from his crooked scythe of time,
In exchange for small pieces of silver,
Never big enough to free me from the great dragon’s tail that furls red through the weeping shade of bitter cold,
Never big enough to unhook my heart from his Scythe and give it full and healthy to my daughter’s,
Never big enough to leave the labour camp,
Never big enough to feel the rings of time shining long and warm on my pale skin,
Just enough to keep me coming back,
Just enough to chain me to the red tail,
Just enough to lock me away from every colour of meaning,
Just enough to enslave me in perpetual servitude,
In honour of those small pieces of silver.
My heart your pulling on a tow
With each mile it will grow
Closer and closer to you
Always seeing something new
You hooked me in from the moment
Your heart locked on mine and stole it
Driving me insane and wild
Nothing about this is mild
An adventure as we travel
There is never any hassle
That we put each other through
Driving forward we will do
Or give what we both need
With no stinginess or greed
Sharing days and nights together
Combing the love and pleasure
That we found since you first took
That caring and loving hook
Attaching my life to your own
With swift speed we both have flown
Into a love true and pure
I adore you more and more
Every minute we both share
You can drive me anywhere
The Friday that is here today
was here yesterday, of course.
That's what getting older seems to be, to do:
today was yesterday
was the day before
and before.
It's my weekly washday today -
weekly, but was here yesterday,
or so it appears.
Always appears to be.
Yes, so it seems,
and seems.
Time is a concertina.
Friday was a week from Friday,
then three or four days
before those days closed in,
closed in, closer and closer.
A concertina can squeal and whine.
(21 Oct 2023)
Everything I could ever want
In sight
Beauty more potent than gods
A voice that sings to me
A story of which
I want to be a part of
Everything I could ever want
Compressed into a single being
Immeasurable distance
Clouding how I feel
How could I see everything I want
And still not crave it
Not strive for it
Why do I not fight?
When I have it all in sight
Everything I could ever want
Just out of reach
Distant
Everything seems distant
It is not something I can have
Not something I deserve
Im walking
Crawling
Swimming
Trying to get closer
Yet my eyes are closed
And I cannot open them
Closer and closer
To something I do not know
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